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He woke up in a crashing dinHalf in a dream he grabbed his swordThey smashed the door down and rushed in"What the Hell" was his last wordHe staggered out into the snowAnd left a stain that didn't goUntil it was found in four million and threeBy descendants of SmithHis snuff box and his shoulder packWere sold in 'Antiquarian'Someone else's bric-a-bracA taste of times long since bygoneThe stain was sinking in a viceTwo feet deep in solid iceUntil it was found in four million and threeBy descendants of SmithHis blood was put in their machineWhich reproduced him at great speedEngineered a female geneAnd put them in a room to breedWith esperanto anecdotesResuscitated microdotsThe descendant of SmithRan a colony of centaursRoamed a zoo with mastodonAnd never knew of his mentors
He woke up in a crashing dinHalf in a dream he grabbed his swordThey smashed the door down and rushed in"What the Hell" was his last wordHe staggered out into the snowAnd left a stain that didn't goUntil it was found in four million and threeBy descendants of SmithHis snuff box and his shoulder packWere sold in 'Antiquarian'Someone else's bric-a-bracA taste of times long since bygoneThe stain was sinking in a viceTwo feet deep in solid iceUntil it was found in four million and threeBy descendants of SmithHis blood was put in their machineWhich reproduced him at great speedEngineered a female geneAnd put them in a room to breedWith esperanto anecdotesResuscitated microdotsThe descendant of SmithRan a colony of centaursRoamed a zoo with mastodonAnd never knew of his mentors